The past four years have been a whirlwind of emotions and happenings. In a way, I lost myself. I lost myself in the madness of what was happening. And even though I have kept moving, and kept persevering, so much of myself has been lost. So much is gone. How many times do I need to get knocked down? Am I making excuses for myself? I feel as I am.
Choices. Such as being left. Either by a love one or by death. It still causes the same amount of pain. Or maybe even more.
I’ve dealt. I’ve taken care of my own. I’ve risked everything. I’ve changed. I’ve moved. Twice. I’ve come and gone. I’m through. My heart feels as if it doesn’t want to breathe. But it keeps going. Hopeless for wants. But hopeful for the ones around. The fire needs to come back…so I’m on my way to starting it!